Monday, September 24, 2007

Not You (Revisited)


This came in today's mail. Yet another contest lost! This one has photographs of the winners, making being a loser all the more tragic.

9 comments:

Anonymous said...

Today's Creative Denial Exercise: Cut and paste your picture in the appropriate spot. Enter your submission as Prize Winner. Post in your work area. Tear down and trample. Explore alternative revenue streams. Oh yeah: congrats to the winners. Sort of.

x said...

Those people look underage for winning literary contests. Shouldn't there be some age limit, like no younger than, say, forty? thirty-five? Oh, is my bitterness showing? Let me go powder my nose.

Anonymous said...

Contests are for the young. After a bit, one's armor begins to rust, and the arrows of loserdom hit home...

x said...

"Arrow of loserdom hits home." I so love that. It is so sad, so true. One more thing I'm too old for. You pierced my denial of loserdom. Sniff.

Anonymous said...

Well... at least that's how I feel. I haven't entered a contest in years and years, because, you know, it hoits. (I don't think YOU'RE a loser. You have a wonderful blog, by the way.)

x said...

Thank you. I don't understand the point of a writer not at least coming up with a pen name for his/her anonymous so that the rest of us know which particular anonymous we are talking to. Like, next time I see anonymous, I might think it's the anonymous who thinks I have a wonderful blog when really it is a homicidal anonymous who thinks my blog is the scum of the earth and must be obloggerated. The conversation would go quite differently. You see?

Anonymous said...

Ah, but you see, I want my anonymous identity to merge with all the anonymouses in the universe. We ARE all one... I wrote those songs you mumble in your sleep, and did those awesome cave paintings, and that dirty joke you love so much... yeah, it was me... anonymous...

x said...

Well in that sense, anonymous, you are very famous indeed. And don't need to enter contests at all. And I will assume all anonymouses (anonymice?) are you from now on, the eternal, the transcendent, you.

Anonymous said...

Now you know: I, the Great Anon and the Universe are One. I (we?) both suffer from DID (dissociative identity disorder - used to be known as multiple personality disorder. It's not a pre-requisite for a writer, but it sure helps (specially with the dialogues).